The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Carrick smirked as he reached down, ”Right. Getting late,” he scooped his head under Zek’s arm and hefted him up supporting his blue tongued friend. ”Maybe you can get a rematch.” he said grinning from Zed to the bartender then to the bikers. ”Just not here… and… you know me not involved.”
The grunts from the guy that landed on his head still echoed out as his friends went to go inspect him. ”A draw I said!” Carrick patted Zek on the shoulder as he hefted him once more to get a better hold of him. ”Be a terrible date if I just let ya get home on yer own.” Carrick started to laugh awkwardly as he led Zeep to the door. ”We’ll see ourselves out. See ya soon I’m sure.” the door opened and shut behind them before anyone could follow.
Bronzed wings snapped open and the both pairs of feet left the ground. ”Don’t care if ya want to fly or not. Not sticking around to have another round with them. Where ya live?” Carrick asked before laughing, ”Hooooo he landed on his head so hard.” recalling the incident that happened seconds ago.
Zek allowed himself to be manhandled into a somewhat upright position and decided Carry was doing such a fine job that he didn’t need any help, so Zek just put the minimal effort into walking along with Winged Wonderboy. He snorted as they made their grand, slow, ambling escape. “You’re just mad I beat you at darts,” he said quickly before he ran out of breath again. He snorted again and winced at the pain in his schnoz. Well, the bald guy smashing into the floor was still kinda worth it.
“Love what you’ve done with the place!” he called weakly right before the door slammed shut behind them.The outside air was somewhat revivifying. Either that or he was getting the wind back. Or he was on drugs? Because suddenly everything started moving and yet his feet weren’t going anywhere.
He flopped his head around. Oh. They weren’t on the ground. Oooookayyyyy. Zek changed his grip on Carlton and shifted himself around so he wasn’t in as much risk of, you know, dying by falling. “Thanks for the ride, Karen,” he said. “You got any complimentary peanuts?” Because that’s what you always did when you went flying. Yessir. Zek read that in a comic strip once.
Zek glanced around as they gained altitude. “Um, eenie, meanie, money, mo...there! I’m in that direction!” he said, pointing off in the distance. “Second star to the right and straight on to morning!” Because that’s also what you said when you were carried around by a flying guy. He’d seen that in a cartoon.
People seriously devalued such educational resources.
He was feeling a lot better. Well, he actually felt like he was gonna be a giant bruise in the morning, if he wasn’t already shifting into one (and Clark’s arms squeezing him were not helping), but at least he could breath now. And laugh along with Kent. “El oh el,” he chuckled. “If he’d’ve worn a toupee, at least he would’ve had some cushioning!” He grinned into the other guy’s face. “Now wasn’t that totally worth it?”
”Fresh out I’m afraid mate. The flyier gets hungry too. Next time bring some as payment.” Carrick said with a smirk, ”and ya haven’t even seen how Karen I can get. Gonna write a very strongly worded letter to the own of that establishment.” his voice changed to what he usually did when he would impersonate his mother. ”My poor boy, getting roughed up on a night out with his mates. Devil take ‘em.” he chuckled slightly.
”You sure that’s the route you want to take? I get it, I don’t’ grow up but you? Not much of a Wendy are ya?” before busting out in a louder laugh, ”Sure, not much of one but anything would have been better than that.” Carrick turned in the pointed direction and adjusted his wings flying over the buildings. ”Would have loved another pint or three before the tussle, but yeah. I had way more fun than usual. Though… I left me guitar. Fek.”
Sam would have to get that back for him. Or buy him a new one. ‘It was stolen in yer establishment?’ or a ‘It was busted there.’ Either way he was pretty sure Sam would have some kind of guilt about it. ”What’s yer name mate.” Carrick asked trying to ask simple questions to make sure the guy didn’t have a concussion. Also because Carrick was almost sure he didn’t know his name.
Zek stuck his technicolor tongue out at Carpe Diem and blew a raspberry. “Well I’m not giving your airline a five-star review then.” He shifted around until he was in a slightly more comfortable position. It possibly also made it more difficult for the bird boy to hold on to him, but Zek figured that was Featherhead’s problem. “Don’t even have window seats.” Talk about a lack of standards.
The burst of laughter was way loud, especially when Zek’s poor widdle ear was right there.. Zek made a show out of sticking a finger in his ear and twisting it around. “Ow,” he informed the pilot. “I’ll have you know I would be an excellent Wendy. Give me a wig and a nightgown and I’ll be ready to give everyone thimbles.” Zek peered at his nails. Hmmm. He might need a manicure soon.
“Speaking of giving things away, yeah, you probably shouldn’t have left your guit-fiddle. You’re new to the whole musician thing, hmmm?” Zek said nonchalantly. “No judgement though.” Personally, Zek would’ve kept the guitar with himself, probably in a pocket dimension. But alas, not everyone was so blessed to be as amazing as he.
He breathed on his nails and buffed them on his shirt. By this point, he clearly wasn’t paying attention to any of his surroundings. “M’name’s Zek,” he said. “Are we there yet?”
”No, but we have emergency exits.” Carrick smirked Letting one of his arms loosen as a joke but held on tight with the other. ”For someone who can’t fly yer complaining a good amount about it.”
”I’ll take yer word for it mate. Didn’t know they still made nightgowns.” Carrick said ignoring the look Zed was giving his nails. He had to be joking right? Did he really have a bunch of thimbles? Carrick suddenly felt bad for whatever Monopoly board he stole them from.
The shifter growled at first and then let out a string of curses from back home. Half of them unrecognizable above the city. ”Was a little busy making sure yer face didn’t get bashed in. He was beating on it like a drum. If I had another pint I would have managed to grab the thing on the way out. You might have not as been as lucky though.” the shifter smirked, ”Yer welcome.” even though he wasn’t being thanked.
”Ya said straight on till morning but I got some more Shite to take care of. “ Carrick said honestly. Nothing against Zek but he was getting tired, between the flying, singing, adrenaline and being up since the night before he was getting tired. ”Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t leaving ya to die is all.” he added, ”Glad ya can remember yer name at least, now I don’t have to worry.” the shifter said lowering till they landed on an apartment complex.
“It’s called constructive criticism,” Zek corrected the guy literally keeping him from falling to his death. “How could you be expected to grow as a person if WOAH there Betsy!” That felt suspiciously like an attempt to drop him. Turbulence was not so sneaky. “Alright, I get it. You can’t handle the truth.” Zek mimed zipping his lips. “My lips are sealed.”
Zek had to admit that Birdboy had a point though. “You have a point though,” he nodded amiably. “Probably for the best you didn’t have that other pint then. I am obviously way more valuable than a souped up banjo. You made the right choice.” He smiled at the flyboy with an all-too-blue tongue and a bruisening face. He was sure the night’s darkness made him look all the worse so he gave his best ghoulish grin.
And then the ride seemed to be coming to an end. Zek extracted himself from Featherdude’s surprisingly strong arms and decided to stand on his own feet. Well, he was actually wobbling on his own two feet, but it was close enough. He hacked and spat on the roof. “‘Preciate the ride, Creed,” he said as he started making his way to the roof entrance of the building. “This was fun. We should do this again sometime. I’ll have my people call your people. Toodle-loo!”
Then Zek reached for the door. It was locked. He fumbled through all his many pockets for his key and tried it. Still locked. Then realization hit him.
The shifter grinned when Zek’s comments stopped coming about the lack of food on his flight. He didn’t want to be curt or anything but Zek should have been the one to bring some food on the flight. Most people pay for a fly.
Zek walked to the roof access and Carrick looked around to see his best heading home, to the mansion. ”Yeah next time call me if ya want to grab a pint with someone instead of getting my attention by a bar fight. Can’t keep doing it. Not a minor anymore.” he said with a laugh, sure he was underage now but he could still be tried as an adult if he got into a decent scuffle.
”Later, Gator.” the shifter said leaning over the edge of the building and jumping waiting till he hit that sweet lift off point that would carry him the furthest once he opened his wings.